𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨

Act 12

"Ok so, this power here is for your whole face, and this purple stuff right here is eyeshadow, I would have more colors but this shit is expensive, so I usually just have my signature purple," Dice mumbled, while doing my makeup.

I was just going to watch him take off his make-up, but it turned into him doing my make-up and him just trying to teach me about everything.

"Anddd, done!" he said, "Look in the mirror!"

I didn't look that different, only my eyelids were purple now and i had black streaks coming from my eyes. Surprisingly, I thought I looked much prettier. He seemed so proud that he got to do my make-up, and I was so happy that he did.

"Wow, I look great! Thanks, Darling," I beam.

"Anything for you, princess. Now, why don't we go lay down for a bit?" he asks, and carries me to the bed.

It was so soft and fluffy that I just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. He went and got a couple of blankets and threw them on the bed. He got up beside me and held me.

"Darling, I want you to stay in my arms forever. I love you," he whispered in my ear.

"I-I lo-love yo-ou too," I stuttered.

I was so nervous that I was going to do something wrong because he was so perfect. His body, his mind, his emotions. Just perfect. I never had this amount of love when I was a kid. Hell, I had nothing. But now I have him.

"Want something to drink?" he asked.

"Sure, why not," I say.

We both go over to his bar, and he fixes me a drink.

"So, I saw you have a lot of brothers and sisters. Me too," he says, taking a sip of gin straight from the bottle.

"Yea, there's ten of us. I'm the second oldest. Who are your brothers and sisters?"

"Oh, just a bunch of assholes. I had to learn it somewhere."

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind. Want some more?"

"Sure"

He poured more whiskey in my glass. I downed it. I haven't drank in so long that I was starting to get a little dizzy. I shrugged it off as he poured more in my glass. Then, I just started speaking my mind.

"You're really handsome. So, so, so pretty," I smile and put my elbows up on the counter.

"Oh really?" he smirks and continues to drink his bottle of gin.

"Yeahh~ I just want to kiss you. That's what I've been thinking all night," I slurred.

"Then why don't we make that happen?" he said leaning against the counter and getting in my face.

"Mmh- HAHA," I snort.

This also causes Dice to start laughing. He takes off his jacket and throws it on the chair beside me.

"What's so funny dear?" he says, wiping his tears from laughter.

"I-I don-nt knowww" I squeal, completely laying my head on the bar, gasping for air, taking another glass of whiskey and downing it.

"That's enough for you, doll," he says, putting the glass in the sink.

"Can I sit on the counter? I've always wanted to do that," I proposed.

"You're the boss."

I get up on the counter and lay down across it. It was so smooth and cold that it almost made me want to go to sleep, just like his bed. Dice looked up from cleaning the dishes and blushed.

"Are you blushing?"

"It's- It's the gin,"

"Pfft- and totally not because I'm lied out across your bar counter with my skirt pushed up a bit. Don't think you can fool me Mr. "I'm not affected by any of this". Besides, what's wrong with blushing? I've been doing it all night,"

"Just a thing I don't usually do. I've never seen someone so beautiful, yet so hot at the same time,"

"That's a little much, k?"

"Yep, yep sorry. Beautiful it is then. Stunning even."

"Much better," I whisper and reach my hands up.

He falls into them immediately and touches our foreheads together.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks, gently holding my chin with his gloved hand.

"Not if I kiss you first," I wager.

Just at that moment, we slowly move our heads closer to each other. I was so desperate, so hungry to feel his lips on mine. I finally move my head closer to his and feel his lips touch mine. They were so soft and gentle, and strongly tasted and smelled like gin. I kept my eyes closed, and grabbed the collar of his shirt. He eventually lifted his head up, taking our lips off of each other.

"You know there's no going back from this don't you? You're my first kiss," I mutter, catching my breath.

"I'm glad. I never want to go back," he smiled, looking into my eyes.

We kissed again, this time he pushed himself a bit harder onto me. I let go of his collar and lay my head back on the counter.

"Was that a good first kiss darling?" he asked, caressing my hand.

I couldn't make words come out of my mouth, all I could say was, "mhm," as I tried to recover from one of the most exciting events of my life.

I got off of the counter and stumbled over to his bed. I wrapped myself in the covers and tried to think about what just happened. I remember him kissing me, feeling our faces on each other, feeling his hands on my waist. I started to get giddy with excitement of all the things that's happened to me tonight. Dice came beside me and held me.

"I feel so weird. Like, no one's ever cared this much. I've never been truly hugged before," I sigh.

"I could never see someone as beautiful as you not ever having a hug," he muttered in my ear.

"My mom never hugged any of us. At least when Chip was there, he would take me out and i could talk to people. All I ever wanted was to feel loved. They cut off all my connections and then I was alone. No-one to tell me I was pretty or to make sure I was ok, just emptiness. I lost all my friends. Oh god, when Chip left I- I got really sick. I threw up everything I ate, I ran fevers constantly, I was having withdrawal too, because I wasn't drinking anymore. I prayed for him to come back every day. I just wanted the only person who cared to come back," I rant, sinking into tears.

Dice sat up a bit, wiped the tears off my face, and grabbed the side of my face. He looked deep into my eyes, like he was trying to find something.

"Listen to me, "Dice stammered," Century, listen. Never, never, never will someone treat you like that again. If you need me to hug you everyday, hell, I'll get the whole casino staff to hug you every day if that makes you feel better. Because you're not just pretty. You're god damn beautiful. And I would rather take whatever harsh punishment the boss has for me whenever I go hell rather than live than down."

I could feel myself slipping away from holding back the tears. I didn't want to do this on our first date, but I had to trust somebody. Holding it back wasn't going to make me any better.

"How do I know I won't be alone again?" I sniffle.

"Because I love you,"

"That's a strong word. Can you keep it?"

"You must be confused. I don't say words I can't keep. That would be terrible for my reputation,"

I rest my head on his chest, just trying to calm down. I was still crying, just not as much. He rubbed my back and hummed a soft tune to try to calm me.

"Just focus on my heart beat, love. Nothing else matters but that," he says, patting my back.

I drift asleep straight in his arms.